[Pinkie]

Mizuki ran and he ran. By the time he stopped his lungs burnt from the lack of air. Gasping he was hunched over hands resting on his thighs with his braid almost hitting the dirt below him. When he finaly caught his breath he stood and looked around. His eyes settled on one thing...the tavern.

Mizuki never drank...ever. But now was as good of a time as any in his pissed off mood. Storming over to the door he walked in and looked around. Many men and woman sat about and he went to a table in the back corner as a waitress came up and asked him what he wanted "Anything hard" Was Mizukis reply. He wanted to get the anger out.

The drink came back and he looked at it. It was dark brown in a little tiny glass just enough for a swallow. Picking it up he smelt it and shuddered before pouring it back and swallowing in one shot. He shuddered after before he looked to the waitress and said "Keep them comming"

About 5 shots later Mizuki stumbled out of the bar. He needed to go home. Stumbeling home was fun in so many ways. He saw a shocked Neimi who almost fainted at the drunken state and he kept walking. Mizuki stumbled a few times falling but getting up ignoring the little trickle of blood from a scratched knee.

By the time he got to the house Mizuki had lost his shoes, his shirt was undone and his hair flowed freely about it. That in it self was weird. He never let his hair down unless he was at him before Thalion.

Walking into the house he stumbled a little before closing the door behind him. Leaning up on the door he hiccuped before sliding down with a thunk to the floor then a giggle of laughter.